After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Although Ye Li persuaded Yan Shixun to take a break first, Yan Shixun immediately walked to the room where everyone in the program group was after recovering some physical strength after a short rest.

The entire row of rooms was quiet, and through the French windows of several rooms that were not covered by the curtains, Yan Shixun could see the people inside lying peacefully on the bed, seemingly sleeping soundly, without any harm.

Before going to bed at night, Yan Shixun specially told everyone to lock the doors and windows, so when Yan Shixun tried to open the door, he also found that the door was locked, but this did not bother Yan Shixun.

Because his arm was injured, every time he raised his hand was a test of will, so Yan Shixun didn't waste extra energy on such trivial things as unlocking—even though he had already learned it when he walked around the streets and came into contact with the three teachings and nine streams. Hundreds of millions of lockpicking skills.

The moment the spell was whispered between the lips, the door lock opened in response.

Yan Shixun was like a big cat walking on tiptoe, full of fierce strength but also nimble and flexible, he was so light that he didn't make a sound when he entered the room.

Zhang Wubing was still asleep on the bed, and even covered too many layers of quilts because he was afraid of the cold, and it seemed that the emotional fluctuations in the dream were too violent, which made him sweat. At this time, he unconsciously kicked off the quilt, dishonest His sleeping posture made him reveal a small portion of his soft, white and tender belly.

Yan Shixun glanced down, and thought with a sneer: This idiot, he almost never woke up and didn't even know it.

He raised his hand, and rudely threw the quilt that fell on the ground back to Zhang Wubing's body, accurately covering Zhang Wubing's belly.

Ye Li leaned against the door, watching Yan Shixun's actions, his eyes darkened.

"You seem to be too nice to this stranger named Zhang Wubing?" Ye Li's voice was calm, without too many extra emotions, like a normal chat between friends: "Do you like him? "

Yan Shixun immediately looked at Ye Li with a look of horror.

Ye Li frowned imperceptibly: "Why, let me guess right?"

The eyes he moved towards Zhang Wubing suddenly became cold and gloomy, the light in his eyes was as sharp as a blade that had seen blood, falling on Zhang Wubing's celestial spirit cover.

Zhang Wubing seemed to be aware of it, and he writhed uncomfortably.

Yan Shixun was stunned and said, "Ye Li, do you still have a nickname, Ye Youbing?"

"I'm helping Zhang Wubing hang his little life. After all, with his physique, he might die someday."

Seeing that Zhang Wubing was fine, Yan Shixun also walked out of the room, and said casually while walking, "I owe him cause and effect."

Ye Li raised his eyebrows, but his heart relaxed inexplicably. His face, which was as cold as the winter night snow mountain just now, was now smiling again.

"I'm curious to let you defend him again and again, how much karma do you owe him?"

——I also want to make you owe me so much karma.

No, more, thousands of times, until even heaven and earth can't snatch you away from me.

Yan Shixun didn't notice Ye Li's hidden thoughts, he just paused when he heard this question, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.

"When my master died...it was Zhang Wubing who helped me."

Ye Li's smile faded slowly, he watched Yan Shixun's expression that seemed to have no emotion when he mentioned this matter, and said softly: "Your master is a strange person, he will live forever with the Dao of Heaven and Earth."

Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes and looked at Ye Li, with a smile on his lips: "No, you probably guessed wrong, I have no regrets about my master's death."

"There are 64 in the hexagram, but people cannot be consummated. He has reached his time and reached his own Tao body consummation. For him, everything is just the right time."

Yan Shixun smiled lightly, and there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "After all, he is Li Chengyun, how could he not count his own death..."

Before he finished speaking, he smiled and shook his head, and walked past Ye Li who was leaning against the door.

Ye Li subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Shixun's wrist.

In a trance, Ye Li saw the only exorcist in the world, who seemed to be as free and easy as a cloud, as if he would go away in the next moment, and no ghosts or gods could trace his figure.

This made his heart beat to the wrong beat for the first time in thousands of years, and he was flustered for a moment. Only when his palm touched Yan Shixun's skin did his inner restlessness and violence be calmed down and he returned to calm.

Yan Shixun, who had just taken two steps, was dragged back by a strong force, let out a "hiss!" because the wound was affected, then turned to look at Ye Li, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked him what he was going to do with his eyes .

"Feel sorry."

Ye Li also came back to his senses under this staring gaze, and immediately let go of the palm that was holding Yan Shixun's wrist, and offered his arm to it, and said naturally without blushing, "I want to give you a hand." Come on, I haven't grasped my strength well."

"...You treat me like porcelain?"

Yan Shixun was a little speechless: "Could it be that before I met you, I was injured and still waiting for someone to save me? Don't do anything?"

It was originally a normal banter, but Ye Li lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little cold: "You used to get hurt often?"

"It's as if you haven't been in this circle before."

Yan Shixun sneered, and said indifferently: "When dealing with ghosts and gods, how can we expect those beings to be kind? Isn't it commonplace to get hurt?"

"What's more, I'm still a "freak" in this industry. I openly do not follow the rules of the industry, and even occasionally violate the avenue of heaven and earth, and send murderous ghosts to reincarnate. I protect people, but I also protect ghosts, humans and gods Ghosts are not an absolute distinction to me."

"Many of my colleagues said that my way of acting, which is completely incompatible with 'moderation' and 'Ruoshui', will sooner or later die in a place where ghosts gather."

When Yan Shixun talked about the rumors about himself, the expression on his face did not change at all, as if he was talking about other people's stories and life and death: "But they are right, after all, those ghosts who only remember hatred, how can you Expecting to let them listen to you just by opening your mouth or reckless kindness? People are not fierce, how to suppress evil spirits? It is normal to be injured a little bit."

Ye Li slowly tightened Yan Shixun's hand, he looked down at the handsome and calm profile of the young man beside him.

After a while, he asked hoarsely, "Why, is it worth it?"

Yan Shixun, however, looked up at Ye Li in surprise as if he had heard some strange words: "It's not a question of whether it's worth it, it's a question of whether it should be."

"Ghosts used to be humans. Most of them followed the rules and accumulated good deeds all their lives before they died. Or even if some people had some small crimes, they still didn't deserve to die. However, they died in vain because of obsession and Resentment has turned into a ghost, wanting to continue after death to seek the justice that was not sought while alive. Could it be that such a ghost should also be killed for no reason?"

Yan Shixun chuckled, with a flat tone, as if he was talking about a very normal thing: "I know that many colleagues will do this, indeed, without the steps of approaching ghosts and exploring the burial ground, no matter for colleagues In terms of morality and energy, it is a lot more convenient, and it also largely avoids the situation of being hurt by ghosts. But."

"Not everyone is like this, but this is the right thing. It's too unfair to many innocent people who died in vain."

The cold night wind blew Yan Shixun's hair from his temples, dazzled his eyes, and made his unruly and handsome face seem to become gentle.

"I don't need you to understand my persistence, but I believe that if one day you are attacked and die with hatred, you will want to meet me and tell me all about your life and death."

"Please rest assured, at that time, I will take over your entrustment, form a Yin-Yang contract with you, and end all your resentments, so that you can close your eyes and go to reincarnation with peace of mind."

Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, but firm enough: "Speak for the unspeakable, interrogate the dead...I'm nothing more than an ordinary ghost exorcist."

"There's no reason, it's just because this is the way I stick to."

Ye Li held his breath, his long and narrow eyes widened slightly, except for Yan Shixun's figure under the bright moonlight, there was nothing else in his field of vision.

He could feel that he was like a volcano that had been condemned to death for a long time, when even he was already dead and sank to the ground far away from the world, when he thought that he would just look at all the evils in the world with indifference, a star fell on him In his heart, a fire started instantly, igniting all the enthusiasm.

As a result, the magma surged, and the soul trembled. All the reactions were hidden under the seemingly calm shell, but it was already hot enough to melt everything.

After a long time, Ye Li smiled softly, lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to lift up the loose strands of hair around Yan Shixun's ears, and brushed Yan Shixun's ears inadvertently with his slender and cold fingers.

"You are right, this is your way."

And there is no doubt that your way is exactly the way I once asked why the world does not exist.

Feng Du took a quick glance, but he didn't expect that I saw a great way that had never been seen in thousands of years.So from now on, your way is what I guard.

"You don't have to bear it alone, though."

Under Yan Shixun's suspicious gaze, Ye Li met his eyes without avoiding, with a smile on his stern face, but the words he spoke from his thin lips were solemn, as if making a pact with heaven and earth: "From now on, you have me."

The moment the voice fell, the world seemed to be at a standstill for a moment, the night wind and the sound of insects disappeared, and in the silent world, only Dao bowed his head, admitting Ye Li's words.

The word spoken is the cause of the promise.

From this moment, Ye Li put Yin into Yan Shixun's hands, and took the initiative to forge karma with him.

No result, no end.

Yan Shixun keenly noticed that something invisible seemed to have changed, but when he listened suspiciously, there was nothing, and the sound of wind and insects beside his ears remained the same.

So he looked up at Ye Li beside him, and asked him with a sneer, "What are you doing?"

"I applaud you when you fight, bandage you when you're hurt, and hold you when you can't walk."

Ye Li blinked slightly at Yan Shixun, and said with a smile, "Just like now——Shixun, do you want me to hug you?"

"……roll!"

But Yan Shixun didn't push Ye Li away to support his arm.

At least... don't hate it.

Yan Shixun thought to himself, although he hated people getting close to him, Ye Li had no warmth at all, so he got along well, so let's just leave it at that.

After that, talk about it later.

He made a decision lightly, and then walked to the room of the next guest: "Let's go, let's see how the others are doing."

Ye Li followed up with kindness.

The figures of the two are cuddling together, getting very close, and under the bright and bright moonlight, they almost blend into one...

One after another, everyone in the program group woke up from the confusion of their sleep.

The young master Song Ci jumped three feet straight from the bed, rushed to the bed next to him, and stretched out his hand to check Zhao Zhen's breath and pulse before he could confirm his own state.

Zhao Zhen was in a daze, and felt that a big mountain was suddenly pressed on his body. He thought it was the wall of the ancestral hall that collapsed and hit him. Lu Xingxing was seriously injured.

But when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly realized that what he was holding was not the cold and hard touch of bricks and stones, but soft and warm.

"Zhao Zhen! Get your claws away from me!"

Song Ci was pinched by Zhao Zhen on a piece of soft flesh around his waist. The pain almost brought tears to his eyes. Immediately, he stretched out his hand angrily and patted Zhao Zhen's chest underneath him, trying to make him let go.

There is still strength to pinch him, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this person.Thanks to him still worrying about this person, he really repays his kindness with revenge, hum! !

Zhao Zhen was beaten, and his subconscious vigilance woke him up from his sleep in an instant, and he faced the ceiling of the room as soon as he opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling for a long while, and then his eyes slipped to Song Ci on his body, and then he realized - he was no longer in the ancestral hall, but on the bed before he fell asleep.

"Song Ci?" Zhao Zhen asked slowly, "Aren't you in the coffin?"

The young master was furious and almost died of anger: "You are in the coffin! Fortunately, I was worried about whether you were eaten by the dead, but I didn't expect you to curse me like that! Zhao Zhen, you heartless dog biting Lu Dongbin..."

Zhao Zhen hastily stretched out his hand to protect the young master, for fear that he might fall off the bed by stepping on the wrong foot.

"Wait, when did I get eaten by the dead?"

Zhao Zhen looked at the young master in confusion: "I was lying in the same coffin with the dead body, but she didn't do anything to me at that time?"

The young master's accusations came to an abrupt end.

The two pairs of eyes met each other, and they realized each other from the confusion on each other's faces—what they saw seemed to be different scenes?

The same scene happened in almost every room.

As soon as the variety show guy woke up, he jumped out of the bed and ran out in horror. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and shouted "Don't kill me!" Suffering from sleepwalking problems.

Lu Xingxing felt dizzy as soon as he opened his eyes, his brain hurt like a pinprick, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere as if his soul didn't blend with his body.

Waves of nausea surged up, making the originally energetic and proud popular independent musician look sleepy, lying on the bedside and retching.

The song god in the same room as him woke up with a frightened face, saying that he had a terrible nightmare, dreaming that many dead bodies surrounded him.But as soon as he said a few words, he realized that Lu Xingxing's condition was not right, so he didn't care about anything else for a while, and hurried over to check on Lu Xingxing's condition.

As for An Nanyuan, who was alone in the room, Yan Shixun had just walked to the door of his room, and before he could use a spell to open the door, he pushed the door open and ran out shouting, "Brother Yan, help!" , almost collided with Yan Shixun.

It was Ye Li who stretched out his hand to stop the reckless An Nanyuan, and prevented An Nanyuan from bumping into Yan Shixun who was not so agile due to serious injuries.

Even so, Ye Li looked at An Nanyuan with extremely unfriendly eyes, gloomy eyes without anger and prestige.

Although there was only one glance, An Nanyuan still shuddered, the fear coming from the depths of his soul made him slam on the brakes and stop.

I always feel that being looked at by this strange man is as unforgivable as if I have made a huge mistake... He almost fell to the ground just now.

An Nanyuan took half a step back, not having the courage to look at Ye Li again.

However, this unexpected situation allowed An Nanyuan to regain his sanity from the panic when he hadn't woken up just now, and he saw clearly that the scene around him was no longer besieged by bones just now.

Here he is, back in his room, and Yan Shixun is in front of him.

An Nanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe on his face, he shouted excitedly: "Brother Yan!"

Yan Shixun looked him up and down with a half-smile, "Did you have a nightmare?"

An Nanyuan hesitated for a moment: "Uh, I think it's more than just a nightmare... That's too real, those skeletons and dead bodies, right! They even tore the flesh off my hands."

As he said that, An Nanyuan quickly rolled up the cuffs of his pajamas, wanting to use his wounds to prove to Yan Shixun that what he said was true.

But the arm under the cloth was smooth and muscular, without any scars, let alone the serious injuries he said had ripped off the flesh.

"How did you turn around?" An Nanyuan was dumbfounded.

Yan Shixun just raised his hand and patted An Nanyuan's shoulder: "Just treat it as an overly real nightmare, maybe you will forget it tomorrow."

But the strange thing is that not everyone in the program group had nightmares. Those female staff and Bai Shuang all said that they had a very strange dream after waking up.

"I...it seems that there are many girls around me in the boudoir, chattering and showing me their jewelry, and saying that they will give me those golden hairpins and jewels. I don't want to keep stuffing them into my arms, very Said that I would look good in it, and even if I didn’t want it, I could sell it for money and live a good life.”

Bai Shuang's eyes were confused: "How could you have such a strange dream?"

But when she rolled over and got out of bed, the quilt was brought down on the ground, and a golden heavy object scattered from it.

Bai Shuang looked down subconsciously, and saw Jin Cui jewelry all over the floor.

——It’s just that some of them are still covered with mud and dried blood.

Bai Shuang's body froze.

She seemed to realize something, and there was sadness in her beautiful and delicate eyebrows.

After seeing that everyone was safe and sound, Yan Shixun breathed a sigh of relief. He simply used a hemostatic spell and an exorcism spell as first aid measures. The wound was still in severe pain, so he had to be supported by Ye Li Sit down and rest for a while.

But at this moment, a heart-piercing cry came from the yard.

"No—!!! Yang Yun, Yang Yun!!!"

Yan Shixun was startled, and turned around to look.

Seeing that Yang Tu who fell on the ground from a drowsy sleep had already woken up, he knelt down on the ground, his arms seemed to be wrapped around something, and he dared not use force, but his hands were empty, and there was no figure of that person in his arms.

He raised his head, the veins on his neck burst out, but tears were already streaming down his face.

Yang Yun had already died half a year ago.

He will only exist in Yang Duo's world, instead of returning to the real world.

Only when Yang Tu saw his friend, he knew what kind of careless mistake he had made, but he no longer had any chance to make up for it.

Yan Shixun looked at Yang Tu who was crying uncontrollably, and sighed silently.

"Do you want to help him?" Ye Li stood by Yan Shixun's side, with his palms vacantly on his shoulders, worried that his injury would not be enough, and followed him to look at Yang Tu.

It's just the confidence and statement in Ye Li's words, it sounds like as long as Yan Shixun says he wants to help Yang Tu, he will definitely let Yang Tu get his wish.

Yan Shixun shook his head slowly: "No, the heaven and earth are impermanent, and all dharmas are impermanent. When they reach perfection, they are slipping towards bad luck."

"...Life is not what you want, eighteen or nineteen."

Yan Shixun sighed: "Not everything has a chance to be remedied, and not all losses are worth saving. He made a wrong judgment, and that is his own responsibility. He is an adult, and it is time to learn to bear the consequences."

"He cut off contact with Yang Yun himself, and knowing Yang Yun's nature, he still thought that Yang Yun was a vicious murderer. He didn't trust his friends, so he also lost the last chance to meet his friends .”

Yan Shixun looked indifferent: "This is his own choice, it has nothing to do with others."

"but……"

Yan Shixun paused, and then said: "You can accompany me to Moon Mountain later, Yang Yun said that he buried his mother there, and committed suicide in front of her grave."

Half a year ago, Yang Yun killed those six villagers, causing Yang Duo's power to reach a critical value, and then slaughtered the whole village of Jiazifen Village.

Therefore, Yang Yun's body is probably still exposed between the heavens and the earth, and he did not get the peace after burial.

As Yang Yun's reward for helping him in the world controlled by Yang Duo, and for the Yin-Yang contract with Yang Yun, he should help Yang Yun collect his body, and...

Using all known means, he also wanted to send Yang Yun's soul to the underworld to see his mother for the last time.

But Ye Li didn't ask Yan Shixun for any reasons, as if Yan Shixun would agree with him if he said anything.

He smiled and responded in a low voice.

"it is good."

……

And after losing the control of Yang Duo's power, the dead bodies and bones in Jia Village disappeared instantly. After taking a breath, the official person in charge immediately led people over Moon Mountain and rushed to Jiazi Grave Village anxiously, fearing that they would One step too late, something will happen to everyone in the program group.

When he heard the voices of everyone in the program group coming from the farmhouse, the official person in charge dared to slow down his sore and exhausted legs, and at this time, his mobile phone rang.

It was Yan Shixun who called.

"I guess after all of us entered Yang Duo's world, the live broadcast and signal should have stopped, and you may be worried. So I will call you to tell you that you are safe, and let you know that everyone is safe."

On the other side of the phone, Yan Shixun's voice was smiling, relaxed and reassuring.

The official person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized that his clothes were soaked through.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Yan, for reporting safety. Is everyone not injured? Do you need a doctor?" the official person in charge asked.

Yan Shixun paused for a moment this time, and then said in distress: "Everyone is fine, but I suffered a minor injury that is not worth mentioning. If you can bring a first aid kit with you when you come, you will be fine. It could not be better."

The person in charge of the official thought that this small injury should refer to a small injury that can be solved with a few band-aids or bandages, so he smiled easily and replied, "No problem!"

It wasn't until the subordinate next to him came over with his mobile phone, saying that the live broadcast signal had been restored, and the live broadcast of the program group was restarted, that the official person in charge looked at Yan Shixun, who was covered in blood and scars on the screen, and the barrage of frenzied swiping screens. Finally reacted——

"Is this called a small wound!!!"

The official person-in-charge was once again too busy to separate himself, while dealing with the bombarding news that he had lost contact just now, and at the same time issued an order to the public opinion group, asking them to immediately deal with all kinds of suspicious voices on the Internet and appease the audience And netizens, wait for the final official announcement from the official.

At the same time, he also rushed to the farmhouse without stopping.

The person in charge of the official did not forget that those two old gentlemen went up to Moon Mountain before them. They didn't find the figures of the two old gentlemen on Moon Mountain just now. ...something happened.

Fortunately, when the outline of the farmhouse appeared in the field of vision of the official person in charge, Yan Shixun also appeared at the same time.

Yan Shixun leaned on the chest of a tall and straight strange man behind him to borrow strength, as if he was too injured to stand independently, but he still smiled easily.

"Are you looking for Officer Chen Rui? He and Mr. Yang just now went to Yang Duo's house."

"...Jiang Yanran's body is buried there. There is also the remains of her uncle Jiang Cheng."

"Officer Chen Rui and Mr. Yang, go pick them up and go home."

A trace of sadness flashed across Yan Shixun's handsome face, he pursed his lips, took out a dilapidated and aging notebook from his pocket, and solemnly handed it into the palm of the official person in charge.

"This is the diary that Jiang Yanran left behind during her lifetime. It records the numerous crimes committed by the villagers decades ago. She has recorded all her encounters in the past four years. According to her last wish, I will make this diary Leave it to the authorities."

"—Jiang Yanran hopes that the official judgment will give her justice."

Yan Shixun said solemnly: "From birth to death, she has always believed in the power of the government. This persistence has also become her bottom line, allowing her to maintain a sober sense in spite of resentment, and she has not been punished like Yang Duo. Yin Qi took away all memory and sanity, so she did not become a Yin God. Therefore, please don't disappoint Jiang Yanran's trust. Please, let the judgment of the world give her justice."

The person in charge of the official opened the notes lightly, and was shocked by the blood and tears under the beautiful handwriting on the first page. His fingers trembled and he could hardly hold the notes in his hand.

This thin book weighs more than a thousand catties.

This is the weight of a girl's life and desire, and it is even more on his shoulders. He needs to run for the girl and get a fair weight.

The official person in charge carefully put away Jiang Yanran's belongings, and solemnly responded, "Don't worry, I will."

"Who says that the public is not to be blamed? Who says that death is not punishable? Justice lasts forever, and sins will always be judged!"

"For those who died in vain, we should give them peace."

Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and put his palm into his pocket, a delicate flower tremblingly stretched out its tender petals in the night wind.

"Since the Yin God is dead, the soul trapped here should also leave."

Yan Shixun's voice was slightly cold: "The sinners will be judged, while the innocent will be reborn. There is no need for family graves and corrupt clans to exist anymore."

As the words fell, the petals trembled slightly, and then suddenly collapsed into several petals, which were blown up by the strong wind from the ground, and flew from Yan Shixun's hands to the bright and clean moon.

Yan Shixun raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

A cold and dead air instantly enveloped Jiazifen Village.

The sound of the chain being dragged on the ground came from a distance, as if it came from a place that didn't belong to the world. ,

Underworld Yincao, cross the river to lock the soul.

And between the surrounding mountains, a group of ghosts howled and wailed.

A series of transparent figures flew up from various places in the mountains and mist, their distorted faces were full of pain and panic, but they were firmly locked by chains, and they were dragged towards unknown directions.

The official person in charge and others raised their heads in a daze, looking at this horrified scene.

Song Daozhang's eyes slowly opened wide: "Junior Brother Yan... Did you invite a messenger to help?"

"No." Yan Shixun also turned around to look, but his eyes were calm: "This is something that should have been done decades ago, and it has finally been resolved today."

"Since death, there is no reason to stay in the world. And now, the wish of the deceased has been fulfilled, and it is time to leave."

Yan Shixun withdrew his gaze, chuckled and said in a low voice, "Jiang Yanran's uncle, I've been waiting for her for too long, it's time for them to reunite—even after death."

Everyone's attention was attracted by the scene far beyond cognition, and they didn't hear Yan Shixun's soft murmur as if he was talking to himself.

Only Ye Li heard Yan Shixun's voice, he raised his hand, brushed away the hair blowing in front of Yan Shixun's eyes, and replied softly: "Yes."

"Jiang Yanran has never done anything evil. Until the last moment, because of the kindness of the young police officer back then, she kept her trust in the government and was not taken away by the Yin God. She will have a next time, a beautiful life that belongs to her."

Yan Shixun raised his eyes: "So sure?"

Ye Li lowered his eyes, and the smiling eyes were no longer cold: "Because this is your judgment, and this is also my judgment."

Under the night wind, the petals fluttered one after another, flying over the Jiazi Grave Village and reaching the mountains and forests.

Police officer Chen Rui, who bent down to dig out the corpses buried deep in the ground, raised his head and looked up with some feeling.

And the moon is bright and clear, without any haze.

Yang Binsheng gently took Jiang Yanran's bones from Chen Rui's hand, and placed them in the corpse box in his hand.

He smiled, his wrinkled and no longer young face, but once again in decades, regained the vigor of his youth.

"Jiang Yanran, let's go, we—"

"Go home."

……

After the signal was restored, the official person in charge immediately contacted the special event handling department, and later specialized personnel took over the affairs of Jiazifen Village. An investigation was launched around the village, trying not to leave any omissions of evidence.

As for those members of the cross-level processing team approved by Yang Binsheng, they immediately went to the town with thick evidence, and took away all the relevant participants over the years in a serious and meticulous manner.

Before the undoubted witnesses and physical evidence, those members of the Yang family who once overshadowed the sky with one hand finally realized in disbelief——

Their time has come.

What should have been a difficult investigation process has become overwhelming because of Yang Binsheng's green light to investigate all the way to the end. The numerous crimes of the Yang family in the past century have all been exposed to the sun and are indisputable.

Holding the clear records left by Jiang Yanran in their hands, and filled with anger and sadness, they sent all those who committed evil in the Yang family to the trial seat.

Just as he promised.

After Yan Shixun handed over the rest of the Jiazi Tomb Village to the official person in charge, he went up to Moon Mountain alone, found Yang Yun's body, and buried him next to his mother's grave.

The program team also evacuated Jiazifen Village after a short recuperation.

However, when the distraught Yang Tu crossed the Moon Mountain with the program group and returned to the village party secretary's house, he found that Yang Han was dying.

"Second Uncle...?" Yang Tu couldn't believe it, his voice trembling.

Yang Han, however, opened his eyes and smiled at Yang Tu, as if returning to the light.

"Don't cry, kid." Yang Han stretched out his hand to help Yang Tu wipe away his tears: "I should have died a long time ago, it was your love that kept me for a few more years, but now, it's time for me to leave. I should go , with Yang Duo."

"Yang Tu, when you grow up, you should go your own way in the future—just remember to be a good person. Also, don't be cowardly and evasive, and don't regret your life like me."

After meeting the last person who couldn't let go, Yang Han lost all vitality and his arms were unable to hang down.

Yang Tu was sobbing.

……

Binhai City, Old Town.

When Yang Hua opened her eyes on the bed, she felt that her body, which had been heavy and stiff for a long time, was surprisingly relaxed.She laughed, thinking that her illness was cured.

"Yang Guang, I just had a dream. I dreamed of my sister. She seems to be going on a long journey and is saying goodbye to me."

Yang Hua said, got up and walked out of the bedroom: "I just don't know why, she hugged me in tears and said sorry to me..."

Yang Hua's voice stopped abruptly.

"Bang Dang!" With a sound, the stainless steel water cup in Yang Hua's hand fell to the ground, splashing her shoes and socks, but she didn't know anything about it, she just ran to the living room in a panic.

On the floor of the living room, Yang Guang fell on his back, his eyes widened, but his body was already cold and he had already lost his breath.

He died at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the Yin God demanded his life.

"Yang Guang...?" Tears welled up from Yang Hua's eyes.

The originally cramped room was now terribly empty.

No one will respond to her with a smile.

call her—

'flower. '